In all these years, Pang Hai had never come across a person who could maintain such a straight-face even with a gun pointed to his head before. In fact, the smirk on Gu Yu's lips made it seem like he was mocking him.
"Ha! Gu Yu, do you think that I'm just scaring you and that I won't dare to pull the trigger?"
Pang Hai was more than a decade older than Gu Yu, and to him, Gu Yu was nothing more than an arrogant and ignorant little bastard. "How dare you come at me? You were still playing in the sandpit when I was shooting guns! I'm going to kill you, and then I'm going to kill that damn bitch!"
Nothing he said appeared to be able to evoke a reaction out of Gu Yu, except for his last few words. The light in Gu Yu's eyes dimmed, and the air around him seemed to freeze over.
The gun quivered in Pang Hai's hand as his fury intensified. He cocked the gun with his finger, and the sound that echoed from it was like the bell of the Grim Reaper.
